Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

May 20th: What You Stole From Me!

One day is like a thousand years to the Lord
So much can happen within a day
24hrs is all it takes for your life to be turned upside down
24hrs is all God needs to teach you a lifetime lesson
Saturday May 20th 1995




Posted: January 29, 2014 in Poetry, Songs


This is the story of the little girl living by the mountainside

Or of the one playing solo in the meadows

The little girl playing mummy with her barbie dolls

The little girl singing herself to sleep every night

The little girl hiding herself in a corner each day

The one who locks herself up but is praying for release, yes freedom

You know, the little girl who doesn’t know what it means to be a child

Cause’ her innocence was snatched away from her

Her past is ever present, always haunting, always hurting

Maybe if she were born a boy none of this would have happened

Maybe, if she died at childbirth she would have been spared of life’s pain

Maybe, maybe, just maybe

That’s all she can ever think of

The little girl has holes in her heart, big holes

Who can reach out to it and mend it

Laughter is a luxury she can’t bear to indulge in

Because, somehow, when she’s about to laugh, tears form

The little girl hidden from the rest of the world

Because media says she doesn’t aesthetically match up

Cosmo, Vogue, Elle all tell her what beauty is

But who will tell her what true beauty is, the unfaded beauty

She doesn’t understand that charm is deceptive

And so she hides,

The little girl is now grown, but inside, she’s still little


Still hurting, still struggling to cope

Still stuck in her corner, still crying out for help,

In the midst of us, the little girl still walks.

#NEWPOST: 30 Pieces of Silver

Posted: January 25, 2014 in Poetry
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*Ching! Ching! *

30 pieces of silver fell in his hands

For 30 pieces of silver Judas sold his soul

How his name has been tarnished because of that

How I have condemned him because of that

But I’m I really any different?

How many times have I betrayed my Saviour with a kiss?

How many times have I chosen to look the other way and grieve Him?

How many times have I sold my soul for temporary pleasures;

For money that has no worth?

How many times have I brought shame to His Name because of my actions?

How many times have I acted a saint when I’ve been filthy all along?

For 30 pieces of silver

For earthly things which moth can eat

For wealth that has no lasting value

For simple pleasures that bring me nothing but shame

*Ching! Ching*

I am no different than Judas

But unlike him I have room to repent

Unlike Him, I can still be restored

Because I’m alive, His grace is sufficient

Help me not to take advantage of your grace

To fix my eyes on the things that are above

And not the 30 pieces of silver

That ever entice me.

#NEWPOST: The Brevity of Life

Posted: January 24, 2014 in Poetry
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Have you ever grasped that you have only one life to live,

And that each day in it can be lived only once?

Maybe not

That the hours which come fresh to you will carry forever the imprint which your life leaves on them?

Or that life is not only short but also fleeting?

We are like grass, here today and gone tomorrow,

Like mist we appear for a little while then suddenly we vanish,

We know not what a day will bring to us,

Tomorrow is not promised, they say

Nothing can ever be returned for minor correction,

So now is the day to turn over a new leaf

There is no other ‘today’ we can ever hope to have

Today is the day to turn over a new leaf

Depending not on our strength but on Christ who strengthens us

Depending not on our wisdom but that which comes from above

Now is the day to turn over a new leaf

Won’t you hear this clarion call?


Posted: November 19, 2013 in Letters, Poetry
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He sets out yet again, all happy & determined to make it
It’s the third time this week
You are awed by his tenacity
The downcast face and sombre look that greets you in the evening
As he looks  up to you and gives you that look
That all familiar look
You know they said no to him again

Football has always been his passion
Somehow, he never cuts the team
Finally an opportunity arises, he’s quite optimistic
Not today, that’s what the coach says
With those eyes, he walks away

No one prepared you for this
Seems yours will always be a ‘losing husband’
How do you show him he’s a winner
Your vote of confidence is all he needs


To all wives of ‘losing husbands’
Each time he gives you those eyes
He’s letting you in, exposing his vulnerability
Letting you know that only in your arms is he secure
So waste not this chance dear wives
Welcome him with love
Let him know he’s a king in his house
Don’t pity him, let him know his strengths
Be the cushion he falls on when the world beats him
Be the world to him, for if you are
It doesn’t matter what the rest think
They may brand him a looser
But you share a secret together
One that binds you forever
The reason why he gives you those eyes
The reason you are his wife
The challenge is hard but take it confidently
After all, you are his woman

Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

Posted: November 18, 2013 in Letters, Poetry
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Will you love me tomorrow
When I fall short from your graces again
When time and time again
I find new ways to hurt you
When my words of apology
Are just rehearsed lines for the play
When I fail to deliver on a promise
When I’m too weak to say no to temptation
When harsh words keep cutting deeper and harder
When I fail to play my role as your partner
When I share with you my weaknesses
When fear engulfs me and I cry out for help
When I show you that I’m just human
Will you still love me
Or would you be the first to cast a stone?

It’s been awhile since I put pen and paper to play, or is it fingers and keypad. A lot has happened, a lot has remained the same, but all in all, God has been working.


Shattered glass looks pretty from afar,

What with the sun’s rays falling on it making it glow like some precious stone,
From afar it almost seems to have a perfect, systematic arrangement
And you just wanna touch it and let your hand gloss over it,
It lets you have an illusion of what really exists
And you cannot help but wonder at the depth of its beauty

Shattered glass sure does look pretty from afar
We almost forget that at the end of the day it is glass
That our fragile feet were not meant to walk upon it
Neither were our smooth hands made to grab hold of it
But still, like stubborn children we just want to run and touch
Maybe walk on it and if lucky grab some for keeps
We forget that shattered glass is glass and it is meant to cut
The optical illusion from the sun’s rays does nothing to prevent that fact
Shattered glass will cut even the most experienced of us
Like mad men we chase after the wind when we run after worldly things
Temporary stuff that have no eternal perspective to boot
All because like shattered glass they seemed like the real deal
But just like shattered glass, they look pretty from afar
But when touched, they cut oh so deep
Let not your eyes be fooled, nothing will ever satisfy
To identify shattered glass keep your eyes on Him who illuminates
Trust on His promises and sweep away the shattered glass before they start cutting.

“If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”

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1 John 5:21
“Little children, keep yourselves from idols.”


Grace & Peace